The snow falls soft and red in the pines, as does the knife from my hands. The moon sings above the frost and layered mist. I look at the blood on my hands still warm, now cooling, and I shiver. I feel sore, tense, as if I’d just ran for my life or fought off King Kong, but I am uninjured. The blood splattered on my WICKED WOMAN tee and the Continue reading In the Pines by Jodi MacArthur
It is pleasure and honor to introduce Pulp Metal Magazine readers to a true inspiration child of the imagination. She is a producer, scriptwriter, and actress, but most of all she is a storyteller. Ladies and gentlemen, vixens and wolves, meet Yelena Sabel.
The sandy shores promised paradise. As the waves pressed the dingy closer, the men drew silent. Palms stretched over the beach and waved like welcoming hands. Shells glittered the sand like jewels. Dreamy. The slap of waves drew the longboat onshore, and the men jumped out, one hand on their weapons.
A lime fairy tickled Viper’s nostrils with her feet. She stretched across his cheek and tugged out his ear hairs one by Continue reading WWB #7 Of Croc Britches, Ogre Trolls and Supermassive Black Holes
There is a gypsy goddess from the dark side of the moon living in Texas under the guise of Melanie Browne. I had the distinct pleasure of interviewing her for Pulp Metal Magazine. She is well known for her strong, quirky flash and abstract poetry, what you don’t know is she is a former sculptor, art teacher, and most recently chooses to express herself through dance. She is editor and creator of the nostalgic and bizarre The Literary Burlesque , and has authored a poetry book called Heaven Is a Giant Pawn Shop. Links to her works are provided below.
Viper’s aim proved true.
Captain Viper sailed over the deck of the Wicked Woman. It was as if the music and thunder had been siphoned from Continue reading WWB #5: Tis Be th’ Way O’ Lore an Lust by Jodi MacArthur
Follow the crumbs through the woods to find the muffin man. Only what you find isn’t the muffin man. What you find Continue reading PMM’s Birthday Party! – Bread Crumbs by Jodi MacArthur
Episode #4 Cook’s Hook and the Ice Metal Dragon
“Hook! Hook! Hook!” cried the crew.
Episode 3: “Sizzle Me A Pirate Stump”
“Land ho, Cap’n! Me sees the Invisible Islands!” From the crow’s nest, Big Bob pointed west. The crew looked. There was nothing.
Strudel knelt at the captain’s boots and rubbed grease on the rough leather. “How does he be doin’ that?”
Viper sat on The High Log, throne of The Wicked Woman. The treasure map stretched between his fingers. He had been staring at it for days; it was an enigma. The map’s images and words, having fallen wet during the attack on the frogslingers’ ship, blurred. At the bottom were slight waves with the word,